All Chapters of Fated To One, In Love With The Alpha Twins: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Elora’s POVThe whole pack felt like it was finally exhaling. Smoke actually meant dinner now, someone was making bread, I think, and it smelled like actual hope for once. Kids ran around the place, playing and laughing, not a care in the world, stomping through puddles and over dirt like it was just another game. For the first time in a long time, I spotted these stubborn little purple flowers sticking out of the busted pavement, like the world just decided to keep going. It should’ve made me happy, or at least less hollow.But, full honesty? I kept bracing for it to all snap. Every shout, every bark of laughter, my nerves lit up like someone was about to scream for real. Muscle memory, I guess. My dreams still reeked of iron and ash. My body hadn't gotten used to the fact that we have peace after a very long time. Dante met me by the well, sleeves shoved up, dirt on his face like he forgot to wash off. He’d been hauling planks for the training hall, and seeing him like that... swea

Mira’s POV I sat there, facing this cloaked weirdo, flame flickering between us, making everything look haunted and blue. “You’ve come far, Alpha’s daughter,” it said. The voice? Impossible to place, could’ve been anyone, really. “Tell me. What is it you want?”No point dancing around. “Power.”It cocked its head curiously. “You already had that. Armies. Fear. Big deal.”I rolled my eyes. “I don’t want their fear anymore.” My words snapped out, sharp as a whip. “I want control. I want to break them in ways a blade never could.”Silence. Then this dry, scratchy laugh. “And what would you give?”“Whatever it takes.”The hood twitched and for a split second, I caught a glimpse of skin like swirling smoke, eyes glistening like spilled oil. Ancient isn’t even the word... this thing made time feel like a joke.“You hate them,” it said, almost gentle. “The Alpha who shattered you. The woman who stole what you thought was yours.”“Don’t say her name.”“Elora,” it purred, to spite me.My jaw

Dante’s POV Then the smell hit. It was metallic, something burned, something rotten. And something else, something that didn’t belong anywhere, not with the living, not with the dead.I followed that stink further in, chest tight, every step making me more sure I was making a very stupid decision. Even the wind noped out of this place. Then I saw it. Carved into a tree, deep, ugly, fresh, a spiral in the bark, leaking sap like blood.Magic. Old, thick, and definitely not the friendly kind. Mira’s signature is all over it.I crouched and touched it. The mark burned under my hand, like it was pissed off to see me. Black smoke started curling from the wound, twisting in the air, almost like it was sniffing me back.“Damn it,” I whispered. “She’s been here.” Not just passing through, she’d claimed this patch of ground.I spun, eyes scanning the trees. Someone, something, was watching. Instinct screamed it. Then I heard the whisper, felt it, really, crawling up my spine.You shouldn’t hav

Elora’s POV I freeze. Goosebumps everywhere. My instincts hiss a name I haven’t let myself think of for months.Mira.Wings cut the quiet. I spin just in time to see a raven come out of the dark, eyes glowing red.It lands on my window ledge and tilts its head, like it’s sizing me up.My mouth goes dry.It stretches out one talon. There’s a letter dangling from it. Black wax sealing it, pressed with the sigil moon of Mira’s old family. I would recognize that anywhere.I reach out, slow, half-expecting it to bite. The raven just blinks and stares at me.I take the letter. The bird lets out this harsh, shattering cry that makes my skin crawl, then flies away into the night.I stand there, holding that letter, staring at the wax seal. My heart is racing.“Mira,” I breathe. First time I’ve said her name since the war ended.The wax catches the light, like it’s breathing.I didn't even need to open it. I knew.Peace is dead.That pull in my chest... It wasn't fear. It was the old bond wak

Dante’s POVElora seemed like she was in another place when she was really just in front of me.We were in the healer’s quarters. Patients everywhere, cots crammed together, the whole room smelled of herbs and sweat. I watched her move from one person to another, but honestly, she wasn’t really with us. Her eyes kept drifting off, and her voice sounded like she was reading a book, not actually talking to people. It was like she was acting out her duty, not living it. I leaned against the doorway, crossing my arms, just watching. The Luna who used to light up every room? Now she looked faded, like someone had turned the brightness way, way down. Hollowed out, you know?“Elora,” I called, real quiet, waiting until there was a gap in the chaos.She flicked her eyes up, barely. “Yes?”“You okay?”“I’m fine,” she shot back, way too fast. Her hands kept fussing with some poultices, refusing to meet my gaze.I walked over, gently took the poultices from her hands. “You keep saying that. For